Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.